Got to get away…

It’s funny how songs just pop into your mind and get stuck there, isn’t it?
All week long I’ve been humming an old song that visited me out of nowhere. And, when I say old, I mean really old…it’s a song by Canned Heat called “Going Up the Country,” recorded in 1968 and popularized the next year at Woodstock.

The lyrics will give you an insight into my state of mind after this week: Taxes were due. It’s been raining cats & dogs. Just when you think politics can’t get any stupider, Ted Cruz did…you really can’t make this stuff up!  As the final straw, we both had the flu…causing us to miss a much anticipated wedding.

What’s a gypsy to do?

I’m going up the country, babe, do you want to go?
I’m going up the country, babe, do you want to go?
I’m going to someplace where I’ve never been before.
I’m gonna leave this city, got to get away.
I’m gonna leave this city, got to get away. 
All this fussing and fighting, man, you know I sure can’t stay.

Twisty redwoods

XO Donna

 

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